So I went to Sister Taylor's funeral today. The eulogy was nice, the talk was a bit of a downer, and the songs were nice. I didn't see Jeff cry, but that didn't stop me. Just seeing him stand hands in pockets, grim-faced next to his moms casket made me tear up. I couldn't imagine what I'd be like if forced to be in that position. And then to sit
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